Evan
The day of our wedding dawned gray and wet, but a stiff wind cleared all that away and left only a bright, cloudless sky. By three p.m., we’d all gathered at the small stone church, sequestered in our separate corners of the building. Magnus had pushed hard for a bigger wedding, but Rachel curtailed some of his grandiosity, and it never made him suspicious because it fit her personality.
Through a small, high window, I watched Rachel’s brothers and sisters arrive. Something about the scene struck me with the seriousness of what we were doing. In the beginning, it had seemed simple, maybe because the idea first struck when I was more than halfway drunk. No victims, I’d thought. Magnus, Rachel, and I all got something we wanted out of it.
But the scheme had expanded to involve others
